There's no such thing as a gentle Tok

The wireless server conked out at about 8 last night, so I sat down and watched "Roadkill" and "Heart" (commentary later) and then went to bed on the squeakiest mattress ever to squeak. Big beds (this is a double) always screw with me; I end up twisting myself around perpendicular for no reason I can fathom.

It rained hard all last night, but there was bright sun in the west for a while, and a gorgeous double rainbow outside my window that got brighter and taller as the sun went down. I took pictures.

And then I woke up, got in the shower, and got about halfway through before the hot water disappeared. BOY am I awake now.

Today we drive IN HELL for Canada, and plan to bed down in Whitehorse.

Can do, can do, this guy says Whitehorse can do

(Clearly, the goal of this trip is to come up with terrible puns involving every town we stop in for the night.)

I knew we were in Canada when I drove through a bumpy spot with a REDUCE SPEED sign, exited the bumpy spot, and was given a polite, curly-scripted Thank You RESUME SPEED.

I mean, I also knew we were in Canada when Customs waved us through because we were so unthreatening looking, but, y'know. Literalism is overrated. I like the polite road signs better.

I drove two, two and a half hours today; I figured I should stop when I looked from the road to the speedometer and it did weird zooming-out things in front of my eyes. It was fun driving, though, along the Real Al-Can Highway -- meaning that there were a lot of stretches of road where the shoulder was indistinguishable from the highway, and potholes to avoid, and dips and heaves to slow down on.

And then I basically slept the entire rest of the time.

I did manage to stay awake long enough to finish rereading Princess Bride (I had forgotten Westley's line about "WOMAN, YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS" *facepalm*) and start The Yiddish Policeman's Union (I keep getting confused, 'cause I've been to Sitka). I hope I don't run out of books before we hit the big cities and bookstores.

Oh -- and we had Indian food for dinner. In Whitehorse, in the Yukon.

I know, life is fucking nuts, isn't it?

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( SPN: Roadkill, Heart )

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More later.